“And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.”
— William Shakespeare
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“Trees were so rare in that country, and they had to make such a hard fight to grow, that we used to feel anxious about them, and visit them as if they were persons. It must have been the scarcity of detail in that tawny landscape that made detail so precious.”
— Willa Cather
“What you see is what you get.”
Next comes the bird.
For this theme, the 1st project is to share about 50 butterflies.
Why butterfly? Because when I was young, I have had supernatural experience with a super big butterfly, which has become a part of my first Chinglish novel . Since then, I have been into the mystery of all different butterflies and their short lives.
On the white wall, in a woman’s toilet,
is a special butterfly, the queer.
Only lives indoor, without light;
Only in the woman’s toilet, not men’s.
Only sticks to the wall with its wings wide.
Like her colors, black and pale yellow;
Like her patterns, a faint circle and light dots;
Like her movements, all in complete silence.
She seems to act like the dance of death, the melancholy.
For this theme, the 1st project is to share about 50 butterflies.
Why butterfly? Because when I was young, I have had supernatural experience with a super big butterfly, which has become a part of my first Chinglish novel . Since then, I have been into the mystery of all different butterflies and their short lives.
I climb, I watch, I think;
Higher and higher;
Till I see the whole view.
I take a different look.
Is the world outside always so beautiful?
For this theme, the 1st project is to share about 50 butterflies.
Why butterfly? Because when I was young, I have had supernatural experience with a super big butterfly, which has become a part of my first Chinglish novel . Since then, I have been into the mystery of all different butterflies and their short lives.